My cat is trying to pet himself with the vacuum cleaner. My youngest is staring at me. "Why don't you pet your poor cat?"
"Nope, I'm busy."
Big One streaks through the house looking for clothes. He can't find any because they are all folded up in his dresser drawers.
Little One discovers my grandpa's harmonicas. Yay. Could be worse; grandpa could have played drums.
Cat sings along - or is he telling him to stop it? OOPS! He's telling him to stop it.
Big one says, "What do you play if you can't play an instrument? Drums."
Okay, so I actually went to an online match making service last night and filled out a questionnaire. With every group of questions I found myself criticizing the survey: "They just asked me the same thing in slightly different words in the last group of questions! How did I answer that one?" By the time I was done they said I was schizophrenic. Don't tell anybody.
Silver lining turned to lead: It's snowing.
45 minutes later -- It's a whiteout with the most gigantic flakes I have ever seen! How can something so beautiful be so much of a pain?! There'd better be school tomorrow - I'm going to work if I have to harness up the neighborhood dogs and mush into town.